So near. Yet so far.
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Friday, August 11, 2006
sigh~...
someting was very wrong today... i'm so so so blur~... wad happened to me...
he was painting back their drums... suddenly she came... and asked tat she also wanna paint too... so he gave her the brush... she was scare tat she might messed up the paints... she tok to him... he found out tat her voice was somehow weird... looks like she's sick... and she went off to buy things...
after awhile she came back... went into the room and eat... then her friend shouted to her to remember to eat her medicine... he was shocked tat she's sick... he wanted to ask to to take care... but... he's scare... and didn't went up...
she ate finished her meal... and went out to the corridor and eat her medicine... suddenly... the HIM came... he actually wanted to go up and tok to her... but after see tat the HIM was just beside her... he came back... and went to a corner... she noticed tat he's something wrong and looked at him(this may not be true).
after painting all the drums... he arrange the drums back onto the drum stand... she then came forward and asked him to teach her how to beat... at tat moment... he was totally blur... doesn't noe wad to do... and all the way... he was... weird~... after awhile... she went off... he was feeling abit weird... just no mood...
after tat... he went to had his training... she came... sat at the back... he already doesn't have the mood to carry on anymore... but he still have to lead the whole group... there was a time... went all of them from the front must turn to the back... and he turned... he looked at her... she smiled to him... at tat time... he doesn't noe whether to smile back or not... he's confused...
after the trainin... he pushed back his drum back into the room... on the way... outside the corridor... he saw her and the HIM was outside... talkin to each other... walkin towards him... she saw him... and smile... he doesn't even haf the mood and pushed the drum into the room...
after tat... all the drums outside was ready to be kept into the room... his coach asked him to ask few more pple to help him... but he refused... so he ownself carried the drums in... as he walked towards the door... she came out... with her bag... saying bubbye to him... he waved to her... and she walked down to the canteen... back home... suddenly... she turned back... and put down her bag... runnin towards him and told him tat she wanna help... so he called her to push those drums into the room... all was so weird... she then tok to him again... for a few minutes...
and she left... after the practice... he was tinkin... izzit because tat she notice him was not so happy when he saw her with the HIM... and approach him to help...
he(the stupid person who is waiting for her)
HIM(the sec. 4 guy which is super close with her)
she, her(the gal tat is being waited)
hmmm.. maybe sometimes... fate will be playing each other's life... it's so unfair... sigh~...
*NQY*. miss u. harts u.
he didn't giveup;
& he's still loving *NQY* at 7:43:00 PM
7:43:00 PM@
dye hair blue/purple
November 2005